Mo Yuankai didn't fall onto the cold ground, he fell into a warm embrace. Orianna had arrived at some point, holding him tightly, sharing her feelings with this man on the verge of collapse.
"I'm so tired, Orianna."
"But you won't fall, Mo," Orianna said firmly, "You are our hero."
That timid girl, at some point, had become stronger than I...
Mo Yuankai looked dazedly at his lover's face, seeing the same sorrow and resilience in her eyes as his own. He felt something cold on his face and realized it was a pure white snowflake.
It was snowing again, in the last month of the kingdom's winter. Pure white snowflakes drifted down like snow-white blankets from the sky, soothing the city that had survived the aftermath of disaster, soothing the scarred people within it.
